THE ART OF ROAD TRIPPING Cape Town to Mountain Zebra National Park
During most school holidays, my wife Sarah and I remain in Cape Town. We clock up speeding fines on roads usually crammed with shrines to the drive-time DJ; we zoom over desolate school crossings; we double-park because we can. The city becomes our bubble of joy. That bubble was pierced by a belated invitation to Pietermaritzburg for Easter. Our families felt unloved by their Cape Town progeny. Guiltily, we accepted, then gawped at the impossibility of flights.
On a map, I sketched a route around the holiday bedlam of the Garden Route with a Standard 8 vintage koki pen. Through the Klein Karoo and southern Drakensberg, winding passes became slivers of yellow; I cut felt-tip swathes through pastures
